•His Smile• Taehyung x reader

Chapter 6

•Your P.O.V•

I was walking back from the grocery store with bags of food and personal needs in my hand and it started to rain.

Sighing, I started sprinting my way home when I passed a alleyway with what seemed to be a passed out guy in the middle of it. I took a second look at him.

"Poor guy" I quietly whispered

Wait.

No?

Is that Taehyung?

I immediately dropped my bags and ran over to him

Idiot I thought

How did he end up like this? I questioned and tried shaking him

Questions started running in my mind as I got no reaction back but a cold, tired looking body on the wet,cold floor

How long has be been lying here unconscious? Why was his face so messed up? Who the hell dared hurt his pretty boy face.

I didn't care who watched and judged, I picked him up and put him on my back and ran my way home.

I walked in my house and quickly laid the still unconscious guy on my couch

I had to help the poor guy

He probably has a fever and his soaking wet clothes must not be helping. I looked at his soaking t shirt that was slighly stained with a mix of dirt and blood

I tsked and grabbed the bottom of his shirt ready to pull it off

I hesitated for a second at the actions I was just about to make

Aish. I feel like such a pervert. I carefully pulled his shirt off but stopped when I saw those ABS.

DANMMMMM. his body was just as sexy as his face. I was purely checking him out and slapped myself for being a total pervert just now.

I fully stripped off his shirt and it took everything in me to not take a picture and save it for later reasons. I cleaned and bandaged his bruises and cuts on the various exposed parts of his body

Now. This was the hard part

Taking off his pants.

I couldn't leave him like that in wet clothes he'd get sick. That was my excuse for enjoyably taking off his pants and cleaning and bandaging his few scars and bruises on his leg.

I didn't know whether to laugh of cringe seeing his pink boxers with little hearts on it. Hes such a dork.

Of course I didn't take off his boxers i wasnt THAT much of a pervert. I gently strocked his hair after I fixed him up.

Such a handsome looking guy didn't deserve this. But dang, how did he manage to still look so cute with swollen lips and bruises on his face?

I got a spare pair of my brothers clothes and a blanket for him when he'd wake up. It was strange. I definitely wasn't the type to pick up a beat, unconscious guy in my class, bring him to my home on my back, AND take off his clothes to clean and bandage him up. If it were any other guy in my class that was there I would've left them there thinking it was thier fault for being a punk and getting beat up. But Taehyung? Idk.

Maybe something about that guy? I was starting to figure out more about him.

Just little by little but I didn't mind, every new encounter, every new moment spent together was memorable. I craved to know about this strange yet adorable guy with the most beautiful smile in this whole fudging universe.

No matter how much I wanted to deny it I'd like to become friends with this guy. He had sooo many things in common with me and he was great company. I wanted to take care of him and protect him. Even if it meant picking up a soaking wet, dirty, beat up guy from the floor, carrying his heavy body on my back and bringing him home

I looked at the unconscious boy and fondly looked at the soft features perfectly sitting on his face

My cheeks heated up and I slapped myself for staring at him, yet again

I couldn't wrap my head around why I seemed so amazed every time I'd look at his face or hear him laugh

Im probably just interested in this guy because I can't seem to read and figure him out as easily as others ,nothing more.

Right?